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I see my entire life
in a quick flicker
of lightning,

I see our entire existence,
from beginning to end,
in a passing cloud.

I see heaven
in the sun's dazzling rays,
glaring through the forest's canopy,
and I see eternity - a deep infinite ocean,
in your eyes.

By Lady R.F ©2016
One day you'll find yourself missing her in the worst way there is to miss a person.
Bones in your body cracks in every searching steps.
You can't differ between your sobs and a ticking clock.
And your soul, it wrestles with the one in your head. Daily bloodshed of "This is not real, she is still here." and "This is. It is. She has found another home and she is now whole."
One day you will find yourself missing her in the nastiest possible way there is to be an empty shell.
To breakdown in every intersection you walk in,
and to look at a carcrash and think 'at least I can survive that'.
To feel every fiber every atom in your whole being burn and scream,
they are begging,
they are begging for you to ******* breathe.
To inhale air on to your lungs and not her ever leaving scents,
to put air on it and not chants of 'I miss her' because repeating those words won't take you anywhere but the graveyard.
You'll start making god out of every thing.
Your home, your mother, your socks, the ring you never get any chance to give her.
You just need to hang on to those beliefs, that even if your god won't hear your cries, you can still beg the other ones to return her.
Your knees touch the ground more often than your lip does the cigarette.


(But now that she's still here she'll still be the one taking all the pills.)
love changes
love doesn't rub my cheeks gently like love used to
love doesn't hold my hand as tight as love used to
love doesn't smile a lot these days
love's eyes are full of uncertainty
love
doesn't share his thoughts anymore
love doesn't share his favorite songs
love doesn't joke freely like before

love is still love but
love doesn't miss me when i'm away
love used to text me with “I guess you're asleep, may tomorrow you be safe, let me know when you're awake, and goodnight!” when i fell asleep and forgot to text back
love doesn't notice me as much as love did a month ago

i'm not saying love is dead but
love doesn't say love like love did
love doesn't love like love did
love gets busier
love gets fader
love thought i was joking when i said “I give up”

love won't answer my texts
love won't pick up my calls

love now walks faster than me
love now speaks in a lower tone
love is now silent
love feels awkward seeing me
love now doesn't sound as excited
and as curious
love is now not as comfortable with my presence
is it normal for love?

or maybe love is dead?
love fell asleep one day and woke up not love
wrong love
maybe love has become somebody else's love
maybe love is still love but not for my love
maybe love is still love but love is tired
maybe love is still love but love is getting tired of my love

or maybe love is just dead.


love is now more brilliant
love stands tall in love's world
love is loved by so many loves
love forgets about love's love
love thrives
love grows
alone
The right person
not only makes your dreams come to life,
moreover, the right person
makes your life come into your dreams;
because your life, with that person in it,
is that good!

By Lady R.F ©2016
 Oct 2016 fresh-outside
Maddy
Lovely evening
Shared with you
We enjoyed unexpected surprises
delight and joy.
Treats for the senses
freedom in the high vibration
Joy
and  unconditional love
Art
Magic

Later...
The film was Neruda, very layered
with many hidden messages
One  I could take with me......
a reminder ....
to always feel like a leading character in my journey and story ....
I feel I was able to let go enough with you that I did not have a need
for the safety of the masks I can sometimes wear.

Thank you for accepting me as I am
With no less intensity of love and healing shared.

Maddy
Showing your true colors only when you're bout to lose
Never knowing when to fold or when to pay your dues
Cannot hide your face you must really **** at poker
I know I'm not your queen cuz you are just the joker
this is what your mother does not want you to see,
that your ancestors rattled the cages so hard they broke
and learned to tame the lioness that stepped out from the aftermath.
you can find your linage in the dirt beneath your grandmothers fingernails,
here is the fight that they poured into your soul,
the mountains that they climbed,
the battles that they conquered.
your mothers grandmother laughs like wicken,
carries something valuable in the deep creases of her skin,
tells you not to waste your time with love and lust,
but to chase the wind while your feet are strong enough to carry you.
this is what your mother does not want you to see,
that you come from a long line of women nothing close to tame.
that you carry the blood of those who molded the world,
instead of letting it mold them.
 Oct 2016 fresh-outside
Budhino
When I was 14
my heart was a daisy blue
Till I met you
It turned into colors
every time I saw you

Then I was 16
You made your first bruise
Then the second
and the third
and the next I could not remember

Said you’re sorry
And thought I should not worry
About the words you said
and the wound you made
So I forgave you

Then I turned 20
You started acting weirdly
You kept making excuses
and I got another bruises
 Oct 2016 fresh-outside
Ramin Ara
A flower concealed
Its face under a leaf
And the nightingale said
Hide not
because you gladden my heart
Don't make my burn
With your separation
I have been in love
With you all my life

— The End —